Hello Oblivion

One

I tilted my head to the right, being greeted with a great deal of pain. It was like the worst headache I've had in my whole life. I slowly opened my eyes. More pain. God, I felt like I was going to die.
There was blood. Everywhere. I was in a car, on the passenger's side. The windshield and the window on my side was broken. I pivoted my head to the left. The hood of the car was a light, baby blue color. I turned a little more. I wanted to throw up and scream and run all at the same time at what I saw. Which I would have, if my throat didn't feel like I'd swallowed a cheese grater then threw it back up again and my body haven't have seized up so suddenly in shock.
A man wearing a solid gray T-shirt and dark blue jeans was sitting in the driver's seat. His hair was dirty blonde and somewhat curly, and it fell just above his shoulders. His hazel green eyes were open but glazed over, staring blankly ahead. He looked about the age of 17 or 18, but I couldn't tell for sure. He was covered in what was probably his own blood, as his neck had a deep slice through it at the base and his face was covered with the same sort. He appeared to be bleeding heavily from the head and his neck was positioned in a weird angle, as if he'd broken it.
Speaking of broken things, there was broken glass and small shards of metal everywhere. On the dashboard, in his lap, on the floor, and a piece sticking out of my left shoulder. It took a moment for me to realize how much it hurt. And how much my whole body hurt. I was now 90% sure I was just in a car wreck, but I have no memory of it.
Come to think of it, I have no memory at all. Not even my name. I don't know who this dead man is in the car with me and I don't know how I got here. I just wish this pain would stop. The car was obviously not upsidedown, so maybe I could get out if I could find the strength to get up.
I tried pushing myself up with my hands, but a sharp pain ripped through my left arm. Forgot the shrapnel was in my shoulder. I tried using my right hand to lift myself instead. Still painful, but worked better.
It took me a good ten seconds to scoot myself up so that I could unlock the door and push it open, as soon as I did, I fell out. I threw out both my arms to catch myself in instinct. The same sharp pain shot through my arm once more. I held back a cry of pain and bit my lip. There was concrete below my hands. In front of me was the curb of the street then a strip grass, then a sidewalk. A little further than that there was more grass, which curved into a small downhill slope that ended in trees. Something dark crimson dripped on the concrete below me. What? I then noticed the trail of blood from my forehead that was dripping to the ground. Oh. I thought.
I felt tired. Really tired. I kinda just want to lay down and take a nap. Guess that wouldn't be hard if the sounds of sirens weren't starting to fill my ears. God, they were loud. I want them to quiet down, my head is pounding with pain. I try to sit up so that I can stand, but I feel so dizzy that I have to put my head to the ground. I close my eyes, listening to the pounding of my heart. Maybe I should just take a nap. I'm so tired....

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